The Metaphysics of Doubt

The Metaphysics of Doubt

In metaphysics it's the rage
to conjure images of god,
like building bricks or light'ning rod,
a piece of wisdom, every page
a homily, insightful, sage.
The mind's a cauldron where a whirl-
ing witch's brew invokes a curl-
ing lip, an empathetic grin,
profound misgivings held within;
the grit which manufactures pearl.
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Categorized as Licks

By Arthur Richardson

Very part time poem maker. Retired from paid work.

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